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December 9, 2002
"Alas," Winston said cryptically to the woman with no head.
"My ass," was her rejoinder.
They continued to watch the dog sleep.
Suddenly fire ants poured angrily through the mail slot.
Luckily for Winston and No-Head,
the insects went for the dog first
rendering him inert in a very short time.
Having no time for the windows
(which were positioned too high
and much too narrow for Winston's rather portly frame)
the couple clambered up the heavy bookshelf.
"Fine time for the aardvark to be visiting family,"
she said crossly and was quite disagreeable for the remainder of the evening.